“I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.”
“A sea of people in red crowded around it. I looked atMallory’s black hoodie and my gray sweater and realized we’d forgotten to wear the school colors. Oh, well. There was always my hair.”
“...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...”
“Pixies have to be invited in, like vampires. I read it on the Internet.""Well, there you go," I mutter. "Then it must be true.”
“She wore leopard-skin leggings, a tight black turtleneck sweater and sparkly red heels. I don't make this stuff up.”
“I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.”